(Usual disclaimers apply. This is fantasy - life is real, use a condom). It was a warm, tropical night when I left the pub. I strolled the short distance to the boarding house where I lived. I'd had quite a bit to drink so answered the call of nature in Mongoose Alley, urinating against a palm tree. Afterwards, as I was tucking my white dick back inside my shorts I heard a deep voice say softly: 'Carshine!' Now this 'carshine' was a compliment that Melenesian locals used when they didn't know much of the English language. A shiny car was something to be admired and so 'carshine' was a term of admiration. The man stepped forward, allowing the moonlight to illuminate him. He looked to be only slightly older than my 23 years but he was twice my size. He was naked apart from the sulu wrapped around his hips. I'd worked on this South Seas island for a couple of months. I knew I was queer but my only contact had been with a much older, domineering white school teacher. I'd been rogered by him but only after he'd whipped my bare buttocks with a cane because inflicting pain seemed to be the only way he could get an erection. My backside hurt for ages afterwards. He had warned me that the locals were homophobic and to stay away from them. The native men were so manly and desirable that I was nearly out of my mind with longing. So, here I was in Mongoose Alley with a friendly native. The drink I had consumed had dulled my fear. His big hands were fondling my bum-cheeks through my shorts. I could feel his hard penis pressing against me. I knew he only wanted inside my bottom because, to the locals, a man's head was sacred, meaning that oral coupling was taboo. I thought I heard a twig snap as though someone else was in Mongoose Alley. My companion grabbed me by the arm and quickly escorted me to a safer, more private area. His hands tugged at my shirt. I unbuttoned it and he pulled it off. He removed his sulu and in the bright moonlight I could see his impressive manhood. I quickly shed my shorts. He turned me around and admired my white buttocks. "Carshine!" I submitted to his finger penetrating my anal opening. Then he used the root of a local plant to effectively anaesthetize my tight hole so that when his massive penis eventually broached my sphincter and bloated my rectum, I felt no pain, just the fullness and warmth of him joined to me in that most intimate way. Then he started thrusting. The only sounds were the slap of his brown flesh against my white flesh, and curious little farting sounds from his own nether-opening. I grasped the branch of a tree and stuck my boyish arse right out. He gave me a right royal fucking, hitting my prostate more often that not. I spunked, and the sensation was the best, ever. I felt drops of his sweat on my back as his tongue nuzzled the nape of my neck affectionately. He showed no sign of slowing down. I squeezed my sphincter around his big brown pole but that just encouraged him to go even faster. I had never felt more alive and despite his vigorous thrustings there was no pain. The contrast between the cheerful sex from the Islander and my painful encounters with the older white man, could not have been more great. The illuminated dial of my wristwatch indicated his thick, uncut penis had been thrusting inside me for nearly an hour before I heard him sigh and wetness flooded deep inside my bowels. After a time he pulled out of me. We got dressed again. He led me back to Mongoose Alley and went our separate ways. As the effects of the 'magic' root wore off I began farting, uncontrollably, just like my friend in Mongoose alley had. I wondered who my big brown lover had allowed up his manly arse? I was to have many more encounters with this man and also other locals. They were all relaxed, caring but very enthusiastic lovers who thoroughly enjoyed the novelty of having sex up this white man's bottom. Their carefree, thoughtful attitude showed me that sex between men can and should be for mutual pleasure. 'Carshine', indeed !
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